A fragrant body scent tickled the tip of my nose.
As it heaved, a soft texture was transmitted every time the body shook. I was deliberately relaxing all my strength, pretending to be unconscious.
None other than while draped over Seria’s shoulder.
Since my body was folded in half, every time Seria took a step, my body had no choice but to heave once. Each time, Seria’s soft and elastic chest collided with my upper body.
There was one fact I had forgotten due to the Saintess all this time.
Seria had a great figure.
It was a somewhat embarrassing situation, but I couldn’t voice any complaints. It was fortunate that it was my upper body; if my lower body had been positioned in front of Seria, a major catastrophe would have nearly occurred.
In fact, even now, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a ‘catastrophe.’
Seria’s face was unusually heated as she supported my waist with one arm to prevent my body from sliding down. No matter how much she…
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